While strolling around a nearby mall, I lifted my eyes and saw her: a buxom woman customized with outswept wings.
What does this creature signify, I wondered. In contradistinction to a real angel, who presumably has no need of sex appeal (Matthew 22:30: At the resurrection people will neither marry nor be given in marriage; they will be like the angels in heaven.), the young woman who posed for this statue had oodles of appeal. This is aesthetic confusion and theological error, I thought.
But we should not blame the woman. Instead, I would prefer to take her aside and give her counsel. A woman should neither try to be an angel nor wish to be treated like one, I would explain to her.
Over dinner, perhaps.
